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Isn't this just the perfect place for a popcorn stand?

A jolly & magical movie about the trials & tribulations of Angel Land

Great spot for a french-fries joint.

-Wie? -Kartoffel-kücherei.

-Yes. -Yes.

A natural bend…

Idealisch!

Ciao, baby!

Like to sell hamburgers, ma'am?

The power plant could go here…

Yes, a nice big airport.

-What did he say? -The castle will be a bingo parlor.

It's called a "Bingo-halle"!

And we can turn all three million apple trees into rattles!

Nice refreshment stand…

Guter kiosk.

ICE CREAM BAR

I have a wonderful idea!

Just call it Angel Land it's certainly quite heavenly

Ours for safe-keeping so lush and inviting

Rosebuds and bluebells and blossoms dipping in the breeze

Please let them flourish for they are so lovely

Let children frolic like cherubs upon the green

Play hide and seek, Mother Earth's sons and daughters

Let's hear the birds as they praise all creation

Let all the fish swim and spawn in clean waters

Stop all this slaughter of creatures in the wild

Let eagles soar and deer run free

Let this mighty river, the last one of its kind

Roar on forever down mountains lined with trees

Just call it Angel Land it's certainly quite heavenly

Ours for safe-keeping so lush and inviting

Rosebuds and bluebells and blossoms dipping in the breeze

Please let them flourish

for they are so lovely!

Mr. Politician, if you find the

project Deutschneyland, section Angel Land…

interesting enough to promote to fellow members of parliament…

"You would be entitled to a luxurious trip…"

"…view Deutschneyland resorts in the Bahamas, Majorca

and in Travemünde."

Alles on "our account."

"All expenses paid by us."

Of course.

This is an ideal location for a terminal of some kind.

Here are the concrete foundations for the boat terminal

that will replace the beach.

The entire Lily field area will be paved in concrete to create roads

to accommodate the airport that will be located here.

In short, the entire greater Angel Land region

will be turned into a giant leisure resort for central Europe.

Yes, well…

As chairman of the local council I would like to thank

Mr. Sten Wall, Art Director, of Swedish Public Relations.

He made an excellent presentation of Deutschneyland.

Please accept these… Thank you.

On behalf of our community, I would like to ask Mr. Wall

to give our regards to Mr. Volkswagener.

Please, thank him for his generosity

in turning a prehistoric region into a region of the future!

Thank you.

-I was wondering… -Please, introduce yourselves.

-To maintain protocol. -That's the cobbler, Mr. Wilén.

He lives in that house over by the crossroads.

His dad is "the Lovesick Cobbler"…

-Sit down! -"Lovesick Cobbler"!

-So was my granddad. -Go ahead, Mr. Wilén.

Them there Europeans, do they wear out a lot of shoes?

I, Tore Gustafson, proprietor of Gustafson's Groceries,

Gustafson's Concessions, Gustafson's White Goods, etc…

I assure you --

And I agree heartily with our chairman about the future bit --

that there's a lot of money to be made here.

It will bring in money and jobs.

The entire region will make money.

In this respect I heartily agree

with our commercial spokesman, Tore Gustafson.

-That's Kerstin, his wife… -Sit down!

-Any further questions? -My name is Alfred Persson.

I've got a lot of pigs. Would there be a market for them?

If people will be moving in, they might buy piglets.

Kids could keep pigs as pets and fatten them up.

And then sell them for slaughter. You reckon that would be possible?

That's a very good question…

And one we planners would benefit from exploring at this early stage.

Issues like these smooth the way for our work.

That's what we're here for.

I would appreciate if you could ask all these questions here and now.

What about mail delivery?

Would we stick to the same routines, rules and regulations?

Mr. Chairman, it would be interesting to find out

if we will have railroad access and regular mail delivery.

The most heavily populated province should not be subjected

to far-north limitations.

An excellent question, and one the government will have to address.

No more questions?

Okey-dokey.

We have penned a petition

to the government. It is worded as follows:

"Your Royal Highness, the citizens of Angel Land

respectfully request the realization of the Deutschneyland project."

The more signatures, the better.

A little nudge from the grassroots can do a world of good.

Is this really good for Angel Land in the long run?

-Should we really sign it? -I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name.

-Hans Nilsson. -My errand boy, he's a minor.

He has no say, and he'd better go pick up freight at the station. Now!

Like I said, it's rather important that we sign this petition soon.

And everyone who signs receives a Deutschneyland pennant.

It'd be great if do that now.

What's going to happen?

-What did the gentleman say? -He asked what will happen.

A public relations team will run the Angel Land deal up a flagpole.

And visualize a new drive.

I see.

Here you go.

Look, the tourists have already started to arrive.

They're pitching tents in the streets, for crying out loud!

Crazy.

Come along.

GUSTAFSON'S FEED

GUSTAFSON'S STORE

ANGEL LAND'S FURNITURE TORE GUSTAFSON

GUSTAFSON'S STORE

GUSTAFSON'S FUNERAL PARLOR

Anna Lindberg!

Anna!

Anna Lindberg!

Yodel-Lay-Hee-Hoo!

Someone called?

-Hi, what can I do for you? -Hi, I'm--

Can I offer you a vine? I started growing them.

-Vines are the future. Want one? -I'm here about Deutschneyland.

Aha!

They want to exploit the countryside. There was a meeting.

-Really? -Everybody has to sign a petition.

They're sending it to the government.

All right, we'll have to put a stop to it, somehow.

-Huge airports… -Yes, but--

This is my brother, Eberhard. He always has great ideas.

-Hi! -No…

Yes!

Listen, figure out a way to stop this petition.

-A box, see… -Yes?

-And Severin talks… -Yes!

-Yellow. And the sack is the same. - I see.

-And the sack is just as big. -Yes!

-And he'll put it in the wrong… -Right!

You always have the most brilliant ideas. Come on!

-Let's go sit over there. -Sure.

My brother Severin is due back from town soon.

I'm Anna.

-I'm Hans. -Hello, Hans.

Hi.

Well, well…

Hello, sweetheart!

Nothing…

-Hop along. -Hi, Severin. Sell anything?

No. Yes! Of course I did. I sold eight cases. Not bad, huh?

I got an order for a rose garden. Do we have any H55s left?

No, but we do have Lady Curzon.

-Oh? -Yes!

Listen, Severin… You've got to help us out.

They've got this petition about Deutschneyland…

The sulphoperoxide-tetrachloride has arrived. Come have a look!

-My bag, thanks… -He's a brilliant inventor.

The magnetic fly.

Cool, huh? It's his invention.

-What's that? -You'll find out…

Fermenting grass…

It's like champagne. Have a sip.

We'll call it "Angel Land Nectar."

-It's like fine champagne. -Only better, made from apples.

You have to help us. We need to deal with a petition.

-What? -"A box, yellow"…

"And a bag just like it…"

-Ready for departure! -Aye, aye, Captain!

Drop anchor!

Geronimo!

Hello, I'm Severin Lindberg of the A. Lindberg Nursery.

We deliver reasonably priced complete balcony gardens.

Sales promotion tactics don't do much for me.

-Pretty girl. -Yes.

-And why would I need one? -Living in a hotel is a bore.

I travel a lot in my line of work, So I should know.

Flowers are such nice companions.

That's why we sell portable flower boxes.

Just dandy… But I'm in a hurry, see.

Just look at this. Rest your hand in the "Manne" hammock.

And you can splash in the basin, like this…

-And then there's the ball. -I need to make it to the mailbox.

-Do you understand? -Just look - radishes!

-Yummy, a baby radish. -Beat it, man!

I don't want one of your blooming boxes!

I see! I can tell by your eyes that you're not a flower-box man.

You're a vine man! We grow vines too.

"Lindberg Vines," bigger and better than any others.

They're really hung!

I'll just borrow this.

Our brochure doesn't really do justice to the vines.

I'm sure it's fine.

-You should see it in real life. -This will do…

-A brochure doesn't-- -I have to leave!

We could send you a pocket-sized vine.

I get it, you're not a vine man.

You're not a vine man… You're a seed man!

-I've got to run. -Take a look at our seed catalog.

"A. Lindberg's seeds."

-Have you seen anything like it? -Fantastic…

-Look at these enormous… -I'm in a hurry!

Wait! The dahlia looks just like a small fish.

Lovely…

-I have to get this in the mail! -Wait…

-This looks like a sausage. -I've got to go!

-I'm leaving! -Wait!

All right, you can leave. Bye!

I'll drop by and discuss manure with you some day.

Hey! Wait!

Excuse me, could you please take this letter too?

It's going to Stockholm, it's urgent.

Put it in the mailbox, we have our rules and regulations.

-Why not just put it in the bag? -We have our rules and regulations.

Put it in the mailbox.

All right, I will.

I'll put it straight in the bag then.

Only because you're such a fine-looking man…

-Hi, how did it go? -Here…

Look!

All righty…

"Your Royal Highness, the citizens of Angel Land

"request that the Deutschneyland project…

"N-O-T…

…be realized."

Nothing… Bye-bye, honey.

This will do it, I'll give it a 50-50 chance!

Could you please take this urgent letter for Stockholm?

-Why did you swipe my cap? -Just to tease you.

I was cold. Please?

Put it in the box. We have our rules and regulations.

Please? A fine-looking guy like you…?

ANGEL LAND SAYS NO TO DEUTSCHNEYLAND

-I don't understand… -What does this mean?

Something must have gone wrong.

-It doesn't matter. -No?

The government sides with us, right?

And the government doesn't care what the people think.

Let's work. What's with Rosenfield?

We can get started straight away.

We bought the place. "Gekauft." It's our call.

Great! See you at 07:00 hours.

I'm going to start selling hotdogs. That ought to be more profitable.

-Hello. -Hi, there.

He going to make a bundle. Probably millions.

Gustafson here.

Jawohl, Herr Volkswagener. Ja, natürlich.

At my… my "Haus."

Right now. "Nun at once."

Danke, danke!

Kaufen, kaufen, kaufen…

Kaufen, kaufen.

-At any price! -It will be hard to get them to sell.

It could be difficult, even for the local authorities.

Well, leave it to me! You need salesmanship skills.

If you convince Elis Andersson, I'll buy you a drink.

If I put in a drive he'll buy into one of my specials, believe you me!

"Kaufen, kaufen, kaufen," he said.

-At any price! -Kaufen, who is that?

It means "buy." He means to buy everything down to the shore.

Goodness, what are we going to do?

-What do you say, Eberhard? -Well…

Severin… maybe…?

-A corpse. With a hat. -Yes!

-Or in skirts? -Great!

Good idea. How do you come up with them?

Eberhard's so clever.

Say, Severin… What are you up to?

I'm checking out my underground periscope.

I'm the first person to see earthworms getting intimate.

-It was fantastic! -You're a fantastic inventor.

-They crawled up close-- -Listen, Eberhard has a great idea.

Really… Eberhart?

They had this snake-pit thing going…

There he is, up the tree. Pull over.

-Hello, Alvar. -Well, hi Severin!

-How are apples coming along? -They're super, super-duper…

-I don't see that many… -Check out Transparent Blanche.

-It's looking pretty good. -Yes, yes…

-Where's Janet? -Majorca.

-Really? -It's super. Every year…

-Is it nice? -It's super-duper!

-Hi there! -Good day!

My name is Sten Wall. I represent the Deutschneyland Group.

-We're buying real estate. -Super!

-We thought… -Super duper!

Thanks.

-We were… -Super duper!

That's right, it's a super company.

We're planning to put up a motel here.

-We'll make a road… -I can't afford it.

-Not a car like this. -Not the car. You misunderstood.

But I told you I can't afford a car like this.

My mother likes to join us when we go for a spin. I have a tractor.

-I think we-- -She sits in the back.

It's not like she can sit in the trunk!

Sorry to interrupt, but we want to buy your orchards.

-Help! -We've got four kids.

There isn't enough room. Even though Evert's tiny.

Janet doesn't like fast cars that go va-va-voom.

-Hang on, you misunderstand. -Help!

-We're interested in your orchard. -Help!

-We'll make you a good offer. -Super duper!

-But blue's not my color. -I'm not talking about the car!

Man, you're insistent. But I don't even have a garage.

No, this is not about the car!

Forgive me… I want to buy the land.

I don't have a license. How am I supposed to drive it?

-And with my rheumatism too… -Help!

-Help! -Who's calling for help?

-That would be my chickens. -The ladder… Help!

Hello, ma'am.

My name is Sten Wall, and I represent Deutschneyland.

I see.

Deutschneyland, if it's familiar. You can keep the card.

No, thanks.

We're interested in… We'd like to buy your land, ma'am.

Oh, really?

We'd pay a pretty fair price.

-Say 25,000? -No, no…

-30,000, ma'am. Cash. -We've made improvements.

-Improvements? 40,000… 50,000? -We've made improvements…

-55,000… 70,000. -No. We've made improvements.

-80,000… 85,000. -Let me out of here!

-That's not enough. -85,000?

-90,000? -No, no…

-100,000! -Well, all right. Deal!

-Let me show you. -Show me what?

It's in here. Here it is…

A 1967 Austin Healy, just like yours.

Why would you need another one anyway? But for 100,000…

Business is business.

-Hello, sir. -What…? Hello.

Would you consider selling your place?

Sell my place?

All right, but I'd have to ask my daddy first.

-Where is your father? -He's dead.

Hello, I represent Deutschneyland.

-Could anyone sell this place? -I would never sell the mill.

But your wheels are pretty groovy.

Oh, man!

Hey, a frog. Stop!

I hope you didn't run over it.

There!

Come on, little missy.

-Why do you kiss frogs? -One might be a princess.

Hi there, Hans.

Come on in.

-Hello, you must be Mr. Lindberg. -You must want my property.

-Pardon me, have we met? -Nice, 1951?

-Narvik, 1945? Easter Island? -No. About your property…

The property! Yes!

I might as well sell it, right?

-Yes! -What's your offer?

We could give you 200,000 at once.

-200,000? My heart skipped a beat! -Good deal, isn't it?

There is a slight hitch… It's in bits and pieces.

My sister, Anna owns this piece of property.

But I could… Maybe the bit by the entrance.

-Could I speak to your sister? -We could.

Her hearing is great, too!

Splendid! We're willing to offer 200,000.

Come on in.

This is it.

You wouldn't happen to have a match, would you?

This is my workshop. I've got a lot of stuff here.

I figured it might be interesting if the sale goes through.

-Huh? -That could be discussed…

This ought to do it.

Clever, isn't it?

My sister's in there, if you want to talk business.

You must be Anna Lindberg. How do you do? I--

I know what you want.

I know who you are.

I know where you're coming from.

You're a rodent, a waster, a devourer.

You ravage and destroy.

I'll bind your evil with my fury.

I'll bind the flames that sizzle.

I'll bind the kettle that drizzles.

Bonds of iron to bring out tears of blood!

Sator, Arepo, Thene…

Opera, Rotas…

Beelzebub over Lucifer diabolic assonance.

With all their men in attendance.

Grow, hat!

Bewitched hat!

Jiggle up and down!

And do it most hellishly…

That was splendid!

I have to say that Mr. Wall has dealt with this like a…

-Fool! -The project could fall through.

What am I supposed to say to my voters?

Calm down, it doesn't matter.

I bought the castle today.

Along with 400,000 hectares of land.

He persuaded His Lordship to sell the estate.

Thank you very much, Herr Graf. Happy journey!

Adieu, mon plaisir.

-Let's go, Stellan. -Yes, your Lordship.

I hope you'll enjoy your flat in Concrete Heaven, sir.

And now, Mr. Politician…

It all depends on you.

This project will provide

a wealth of employment opportunities.

Great for this area threatened by depopulation.

Roads and other means of transportation will be improved.

And the area will be beautified.

Among other measures, a huge, mobile

work of art, made of scrap by the artist Tinguély.

It will be placed on the concrete plaza

next to the Hilton.

This prehistoric region will become a region of the future.

There will now be a deliberation of 1.5 hours

where a vote will take place.

-We've got to do something! -What can we do?

Just you wait…

-What are they up to? -Can't you tell, Carmen?

-Her husband deserves to know. -Blid's Bicycle Repair Shop.

What?

With that guy? In the middle of the street?

What's going on here?

I'll be late for a commercial.

DIRECTOR

Where the hell is that cameraman?

Let's run through it again.

-We're over here! -Right. Action.

Brrr, as good as beer.

-Cut! -I can't do this.

How am I supposed to hold these and drink at the same time?

Tie the balloons to your slacks.

-I'll shoot this myself. Camera… -Brrr, take one.

Action. Thank you.

Sorry, I forgot… Besides, you were no good.

Brrr, take two.

-Brrr, as good as beer. -More action.

Cut!

Silence - rolling…

Brrr, take 14…

Brrr, as good as… I've got to go…

Hold that expression!

-Help! I've got balloons in my fly! -Balloons in your fly?

Oh! Ouch! Ow!

My booze!

BATH HOUSE

-Hi! How are you? -Fine, and you?

Splendid. Thanks.

Hurry up, Persson.

I have to get back in time for the Angel Land vote.

Welcome back to the House of Parliament.

Let's see.

Surprisingly, Mr. Larsson has once again requested the floor.

Hello!

Fellow politicians, boys and girls…

It's time to push some buttons and have fun.

It's a shame Angel Land will be spoiled.

But then again, I have a gold watch.

Everyone who votes yes gets a free trip to Travemünde.

Could you go get my shoe?

And its name was Typhoon…

What got into Larsson?

-I didn't know he was a lush. -We're done for.

There you are, gentlemen.

We had a brief conference… and figured out a solution!

Wolfgang has transferred ownership to a Swedish shell company.

"Swedish Deutschneyland, fronted by Tore Gustafson."

-Yes. -Smart!

-Sign here please. -It's in the bag.

Oh, you dropped a glove…

This is brilliant!

SWEDISH COMPANY SAVES DEUTSCHNEYLAND

Now you know.

I can't see that this would benefit our community.

The apples are rotting on the trees!

-There are no jobs! -That's true.

But this project can't possibly be the right route.

The Environmental Protection Agency will decide. Let's write to them.

-Splendid idea! -Bravo!

The EPA ought to know how to put a stop to this nonsense.

On behalf of the council, I request that you all leave.

We intend to pursue this project,

to the benefit of all.

How's it going to benefit us all?

The Environmental Protection Agency is on our side.

-They just got eight gold watches! -Shush!

Brothers? What brothers?

The Lindberg family is large. They're our cousins.

I reckon they can resolve this mess.

-Tell me about them. -They've had unusual lives.

Once upon a time there were three brothers.

The oldest was Åke Lindberg.

The next in line was Roy Lindberg.

And the youngest was Bernhard Lindberg.

When their parents died they wanted a change.

So they went out in the world to seek their fortune…

The oldest brother, Åke, decided to drive into town.

It didn't occur to him that they didn't own a car.

The next-oldest brother, Roy, decided to hitchhike into town.

But the youngest, Bernhard, thought: "I'll take the bus!"

On their way to the bus stop, the oldest brother tripped over a book.

"Junk," said Åke.

"This might come in handy," the youngest one thought.

Suddenly, the next-oldest brother tripped over an old quilt.

"A rag," said Roy.

"It might come in handy," the youngest lad mused.

"A dead crow might come in handy," the youngest chap thought.

He'll pay!

The boys looked for work in town.

First they were subjected to psychological testing…

Åke didn't do very well.

And neither did Roy.

Little Bernhard passed with flying colors.

Much thanks to the book on Psychology he kept.

And so he got a job as an efficiency expert.

He treated his brothers to nights out at the local disco.

Åke wasn't very successful.

Neither was Roy.

But Bernhard was a hit.

And the old quilt came in handy.

GLAZIER'S SHOP

In time, the oldest brother got work at a glazier's shop.

TAILOR

Roy got work as a tailor.

Little Bernhard had done so well at his job,

that he made himself redundant. Now he was out of work.

He lived in a house about to be torn down.

What was that awful smell? It was so bad.

He looked, and looked, and looked…

And guess what?

Stuffed in an old easy chair, there was 86,000 kronor.

But, money doesn't smell…

You see, a dead crow can come in handy after all!

Åke and Roy borrowed Bernard's money.

They bet it all on number 13.

In despair, the destitute brothers returned to the old homestead.

And they went to the garage to go hang themselves.

Åke and Roy didn't succeed…

They've made a living on the farm for many years now.

But they run into trouble occasionally.

-Take it away! -Shoo!

There, there… It's all right now.

-Where's Roy? -He's about to do some plowing.

-He hasn't put on the harness yet. -Let's go and have a look.

Hello, Roy. Don't bother with that harness now. Come, take a look.

She's no good windward, but she's fine at sailing free.

-Thanks -…a lot.

-What a great… -…present!

This is excellent coffee.

-What do you want us… -…to do?

We have to summon them. No one else can handle the EPA.

-I don't know, it's been a while… -…since they took a whirl.

-It must be a hundred years… -…since they were over.

Summon a few of the youngsters.

-I know how to summon them… -…because we were taught…

-…by our father… -…and mother.

-Go get the stuff, Åke, and you… -…can go…

-…milk… -…the cow.

-Meanwhile! -Huh?

-Not much rain this summer. -No.

-Last summer, though… -…it rained a lot.

-Come on and… -…let's go in.

What about the milk?

The cow needs to drink.

-Hello! -My, it's nice to be visible.

It's not working. I can't pass over, Lufthanna.

-I guess I'm too fat. -Play Agnes over, will you, boys?

Don't bother, there's no point.

-Hello, boys! -Welcome…

How can we help you?

-You have to go… -…to Stockholm and the EPA.

-Come, let's… -…go!

-Agnes, come as you are. -Really? Sounds like fun.

Let's go!

All right, I can't move fast, There's not enough wind.

-This is a non-smoking car. -Yes.

This is my sister. Agnes! Get back in the bag.

I never get the chance to look around.

Stockholm!

I yearn to dream in your embrace without a care

As evening comes a calling

The familiar and the new

Rush to greet me while I wander

As your summer's eve

both dark and soft

Folds us in its arms

From the hidden glades of your many parks

The echo of Bellman's lute still resounds

And in the shade Pan plies his pipes

There are countless reasons to support this project.

ENVIRONMENTAL PROTECTION SERVICES

But I'll get straight to the point:

Number one, it will be easier to keep a paved city clean.

And, two, when the major airport is completed,

bird droppings will be eliminated.

And, three, an environmentally sound point,

it'll be easier to tend greenery in pots than that wild stuff.

Yes… Sorry, I must be in the wrong place.

Because this isn't the zoo, is it?

Silly me, getting it all wrong like that. I should leave.

You're having a meeting, and all.

I shouldn't be disturbing you.

Yes..

Regarding the sea,

it will soon be so clogged with oil

it won't be fit for fishing, only bathing, for foreigners.

Foreigners… Oh…

Picture a grove of birch trees.

And a meadow with cowslips.

Oh, yeah…

Have you seen the jaunty chanterelle…

The linden tree at my father's farm…

As a lad I waded through a crystal-clear brook…

I see yellow baby slippers against gray lichens.

I want to sprout, said the rhubarb

Greet the sun in my red-green garb…

Wild rosemary and sweet gale…

Blue anemones and almond trees in bloom

Frosting the rolling hills…

Valfrid Paulsson - the boss!

What on earth are you up to?

I leave the room to check out this new mask for pedestrians,

and you start to party!

-My, it's smoky in here… -Come along, Agnes.

Open the windows and clear the air!

All right…

Let's get moving with this Swedish Deutschneyland

Shell Company, Tore Gustafson.

Any objections?

I guess we could torch this dump.

Torch it?! Burn down the castle?

-It's cheaper than tearing it down. -It's going to be a bingo parlor…

I've taken casts of the exterior.

And it's cheaper to slap together a concrete version. Roomier, too.

Excuse me, but this project is getting too tough.

The old streets, the woods, the beach, and the orchards will go.

And now the castle. Are we destroying everything?

If we don't, the tourists won't come.

Sehr schön!

Count me out!

Guten-bye, Herr Palm!

Guten-bye!

You're going too far!

You can't do this!

It was going to be a bingo parlor. And now they're going to torch it!

I told them I was through.

And then that fat jerk throws me into the moat!

It's hopeless, you can't compete against money.

-Oh, yes you can. With money. -Look, it's all here.

-You haven't turned 20 yet? -No…

And you haven't had a woman…

And your great-grandfather was a farmer over at Röddige Nygård?

-Yes. -It's correct!

-That's it! -It fits in every detail!

You are the "Sword Bearer," Hans.

-But… Where is the sword? -Right. Who has it?

-Uncle Bert… -Isn't he dead?

No, he's not dead. He's only 150.

-No, he moved… Where to? -Stockholm…

Kaj! Help us find Lufthanna and Agnes in Stockholm.

Hello!

Yum, thanks!

Hello, buddy… So you're out flying? Here.

What's that? How are things in Angel Land?

I'm sorry to hear that.

It didn't go well at the EPA either.

No, what?

What? Uncle Bert? Yes?

We could arrange that. Hang on, where does he live?

Do you have a pen, Agnes? Thanks…

Regeringsgatan… What?

Regeringsgatan 35, this is it!

Yoo-hoo, Uncle Bert! Where are you?

Hello, Mouse. Do you know where Uncle Bert is?

He moved to Transistorvägen 14. It's over in Hagalund.

Hello, Uncle Bert. It's Agnes and Lufthanna.

Are you doing all right?

Agnes, do you want to say hi?

Where's the sword?

There!

-Take this, it might come in handy. -Drink this.

Don't burn the castle!

Don't burn the castle!

Don't burn the castle!

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Disperse this crowd!

This was a democratic decision.

-We'll take a vote. Shall we go? -No!

We're staying. It's a democratic decision.

-You have nothing to gain! -Don't burn the castle!

Don't burn the castle!

Now, calm down…

Don't burn the castle!

Are you nuts?

We'll have to wait till night.

We can't burn it now. We have to wait until they've calmed down.

Abend brennen.

Don't burn the castle!

-Gustav? -Gustav Lindberg!

-Gustav? -Gustav?

-Gustav? -Gustav?

-Gustav? -Gustav?

Gustav! Hi!

-Here! -Here! Hi!

Gustav! We're here! Hi!

Hello. What are you hollering for?

You've got a loud voice…

Good to see you. It's been a while…

We haven't seen you since Gerda turned 170.

That was loads of fun!

-How is Gerda? -She's just fine and dandy.

-And how are the kids? -They're almost grown.

-Listen, we need your help. -A spot of trouble?

-You'll have to go to the castle -The castle?

The castle… I see.

That white pointy thing? With the bell?

No, that's the church.

Better write it down.

Do you have a pen and some paper?

Yes, I have some here.

Good.

Three paces to the east.

-East… -That will get you to town.

No giant paces, or you'll end up in the sea and get your feet wet.

I see.

-I might catch cold. -Right.

Then point your nose southwards.

South… Nose…

That will bring you to the castle. By the apple orchards.

Beyond the old gallows hill.

A-pp-les…

-I have spelled it right, haven't I? -No…

-Apple is spelled with two Ps. -Two Ps, I see…

Are you out of your mind?!

-Thanks. -Don't mention it.

Where do you think you're going?

Ouch…

Down with Gustafson!

What's going on?

The villagers want to buy the castle and the entire estate.

-They don't have that kind of money. -Oh, don't they?

Gold!

I'll sell!

Long live Hans!

Hipp hipp! Hooray!

Well…

So now the community owns it all…

What are they going to do with the apples? They can't sell them.

Ask any apple farmer. They'll just rot.

-The farmers? -No, the apples!

We'll make wine.

I've invented a champagne-maker.

We'll set it up and make apple champagne.

The whole region will thrive.

Angel Land will thrive.

Then I'll sell your…

I just had a brainstorm!

"Angel Land Nectar, as good as champagne!"

Well, I think the name should have something to do with apples.

Like apple cider, only…

Applejack, apple butter, apple pie…

How about the rhyme? "Äppel, päppel, pirum, parum."

"Pirum"… Now that has a nice ring to it.

Look, the apples jump into the bushel!

They're he-apples. I put a she-apple in there.

Oh, I see. A she-apple.

Wait a minute… She-apple?!

And where do you think you're going?

Well, I sold it all. The gold is mine, because the company is mine.

For now…

But I'll inherit it.

Inherit?

You know…

And I inherit it all.

Mein Gott!

It's a cinnamon roll…

Stay put, I'll be right back.

TELEPHONE

Verdammt!

Ouch! Ow!

Bingo!

A drop of apple champagne would certainly hit the spot!

No, sounds lovely!

Well…

Far north on a seashore 'mid flowers galore

Where billowing waves lap the sand

And reeds blow in the breezes so fragrant and warm

And smelling of freshly cut hay

I sit by my lilacs upon a park bench

And see the seabirds dart and fly

They plunge in the water that shimmers so bright

In search of a meal they fly…

I mix my coffee quite freely with rum

To a strength and a flavor just right!

Listening to the accordion's tunes

I hear while sitting on my porch

I feel like a boy, though a grandfather I am

I'm spry as a Rospigg inside

I get worse the older I get

The dancing and the looks from the girls

The seagull caught a fish

but I got arms embracing me instead

Oh, eternal youth my heart is yours

Play a tune! I want to waltz with you!

The smells of the sea and the forest

tonight you belong to me

Calle Schewen is dancing with a girl from Roslagen

as the sun sets in the west.

My blossoming isle rests in your embrace

you dark blue, calm bay

The sunset of a warm June evening

sings a lullaby for the forest and trees

My fairy, you dance so quiet and calm

you think all men are trolls

I kiss your hand, and it trembles

and the waltz turns to minor key

But friends who visit my isle

I am both sober and wise

As the morning comes, I will harvest my hay

and empty all the fishing nets

Damn you, twilight Be gone with you!

The stunted pine is burning

Have something to drink, Eberhard.

Roslagen's rose, he dances--

Welcome. Come join the party!

Hop along, dear…

Bingo!

BYE!